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May 2015
As the clock's hands move, your love is becoming blur. It's like an ink that's fading in a wet paper. Like the sun that hides behind those dark clouds every time it will rain. I was frightened because of that scene! I panicked and tried to prevent it from losing but there's no other way. I screamed to the top of my lungs begging for it to come back, but it didn't.
Kristian
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Kristian  Hell
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